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Our Gig at the Smithsonian
Jim Henson's Muppets Get The Smithsonian Treatment
By Margaret Webb Pressler
Washington Post Staff Writer
Friday, May 19, 2006; Page C01
Miss Piggy should've been there.
Washington has no shortage of events featuring dignitaries, pomp and worshipful speeches, but few such events could rival the heartfelt adoration on display yesterday at the kickoff of ( Read more... ) -
Write about Mother (yours or someone elses)
One of the nicest Mothers I've ever met (other than my own, of course!) was Ma Bear, Fozzy's Mom ( Read more... ) -
Perception: Generally speaking, how do you think others perceive you?
It's probably safe to say that just about everyone sees me as small and green. But hopefully not slimy! Just because we like to paddle around on lily pads or take a dip in the swamp, everyone thinks we've got to be cool and wet all the time. Okay, well, maybe I'd like to think that people see me as cool all the time, but not in the slimy way ( Read more... ) -
Write a ficlet inspired by the word Fortune.
Inexplicably, at the end of act three, the Muppet Theatre began to quiver and shake. A measured sound like a bowling ball on a bass drum - BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! - echoed throughout the building, sending performers and patrons diving for cover ( Read more... ) -
What does your dream home look like?
I've had the chance to live in all sorts of exciting and amazing places. When I left the swamp, I lived with Jim while he went to the University of Maryland. Then I moved into a little pad all my own next door to my friends, Bert and Ernie. You couldn't ask for better neighborhood than Sesame Street! It was hard to leave everyone there for the ( Read more... ) -
Who is the one person you'd really like to know what they are thinking . . .
The Talk Show Host smiled at the camera with more teeth than Crazy Harry, "And weeeeee're BACK!" he told his invisible audience in TV Land. "If you're just joining us -- and why weren't you here earlier? -- we're talking with Kermit the Frog, star of movies and television." The small studio audience clapped politely. "So, Kermit . . ." continued ( Read more... ) -
Write about your father.
I don't remember very much about my Dad. He died when I was just a pollywog. I love the Swamp (after all, it's Home!), but it can be a dangerous place and one day Dad just didn't come home. We never did find out what happened to him and that was really hard on Mom ( Read more... ) -
It was one of those days . . .
Kermit stood in the wings wearing a concerned frown. There were only two more minutes left until Showtime and backstage was in turmoil. What a day! First Gonzo had set fire to his nose while practing his latest act, which consisted of singing the Doors Fire while juggling flaming balls of gymsocks as he rode a unicycle on a tightrope stretched ( Read more... )
